William Shakespeare

(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616 / Warwickshire)

Sonnets X - Poem by William Shakespeare

THEN hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now;
Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross,
Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,
And do not drop in for an after loss:
Ah! do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow,
Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe;
Give not a windy night a rainy morrow,
To linger out a purposed overthrow.
If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
When other petty griefs have done their spite,
But in the onset come: so shall I taste
At first the very worst of fortune's might;
   And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
   Compared with loss of thee will not seem so!


Comments about Sonnets X by William Shakespeare

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (10/2/2016 11:15:00 PM)

    Great poem
    To linger out a purposed overthrow.
    If thou wilt leave me, do not leave me last,
    When other petty griefs have done their spite,
    But in the onset come: so shall I taste
    At first the very worst of fortune's might
    Beautiful poem.
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  • Susan Williams (10/2/2016 9:43:00 PM)


    He transcends time and space with his writings- -I wonder if he had any idea that he would have such renown... (Report) Reply

  • Mizzy ........ (10/2/2016 4:39:00 PM)


    Great work from a great poet........ (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A (10/2/2016 4:14:00 PM)

    Shakespeare Sonnet
    Woe and loss are well used to write this sonnet by Shakespeare based on his life experience in the world! (Report) Reply

  • (10/2/2016 10:47:00 AM)


    Simply superb poem penned by a great soul and equally great poet. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (10/2/2016 1:26:00 AM)

    Hate me if you want to.
    This sorrow! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Brian Jani (4/26/2014 4:09:00 PM)


    Awesome I like this poem, check mine out  (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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